Chloe
Those bright, helpless eyes staring up at me. Instantly I understand her
thoughts, as she cannot speak.
I often find it difficult to comprehend how much this tiny girl needs me. And she
never puts up a fight even if we disagree.
The trust she has in me is unlike any kind. She has a heart of gold, like an angel
and child combined.
Many people can't understand how humans can create such a connection. From
the moment I held her tiny body in my arms I knew her well being was my
ultimate objection.
It's tough to imagine how complete she's made my soul. From a playful snare to
a warning bark, heart you have stole.
Her name is Chloe and she's tiny as can be. She isn't my natural child but she's
as close as a dog could ever be. `
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